NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Day After Shyness

The sudden impact caught Artis completely off guard. One moment, he was teasing her, the next, he had a full-ass view—literally—of Nadia’s plush, jiggling cheeks as they completely smothered his face.

She could feel his surprised grunt muffled between her soft flesh, his breath hot against her soaking wet folds.

He hadn’t been prepared for the weight of her gorgeous, bouncing ass slamming down onto him, and he lost balance, toppling backward onto the floor with a loud thud.

But Nadia? Oh, she landed perfectly.

Still in the throes of her orgasm, she found herself straddling his face, her trembling thighs squeezing his head as she rode out the aftershocks of her release.

“Nghhhh!!!!!!”

Her mouth hung open, drool slipping from the corner of her lips as her body continued to shudder uncontrollably.

The sensation was fucking overwhelming— her mind blanking out as her hips instinctively ground down on his face, rubbing her swollen, throbbing pussy against his lips.

Artis, instead of fighting it, embraced his goddamn fate.

With a deep, satisfied groan, he latched onto her dripping cunt like a starved man at a feast, his tongue plunging between her folds, lapping up every bit of her slick arousal like it was the sweetest fucking nectar.

She could feel his tongue delve deep, flicking against her sensitive clit with expert precision, sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her overstimulated body.

Her legs trembled, her grip on reality slipping, as she mindlessly bucked against his eager mouth, completely lost in the haze of pleasure.

Fuck. She was still cumming.

Nadia cursed herself to hell and back as the aftershocks of her orgasm wreaked havoc on her trembling body. She was a mess—legs wobbly, breath ragged, pussy still pulsing like a heartbeat, and worst of all, her dumb ass was still sitting on his fucking face.

His nose. Was. In. Her. Ass.

And the bastard was still licking her like she was a five-course meal.

Her arms shook as she planted her hands on the floor, her nails digging into the wood as she tried to stabilize herself.

She needed to get the fuck up before she completely lost what was left of her dignity.

But every time she even thought about moving, his tongue would give a lazy, self-satisfied flick against her clit, making her entire body seize up like a broken wind-up toy.

This was bad.

No, this was worse than bad.

This was humiliating, degrading, and—fuck her—way too good.

Artis, meanwhile, was having the time of his fucking life.

Buried under her soft, plush ass like some perverted throne? Best seat in the house. And judging by the way her thighs trembled against his cheeks, the queen was not ready to abdicate just yet.

“Shit—”

Nadia gritted her teeth and groaned, her thighs squeezing around his head as she tried to convince her body to function like a normal goddamn person.

She wasn’t some fuck-drunk wench! She wasn’t about to let this smug asshole keep her trapped in a post-orgasmic coma!

With a sudden burst of energy that she prayed wasn’t just leftover horny power, she pressed her hands into the floor, lifted her weak, trembling body, and shoved herself up and off his sinful fucking mouth.

The second she was free, her ass clenched instinctively, as if her body already missed the attention.

No. Nope. Not thinking about that.

With absolute tunnel vision, she yanked her nightie down over her thoroughly ruined thighs and fucking sprinted toward her room, her legs barely cooperating as she left a shameful, sticky trail of evidence behind her.

She didn’t look back.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t even try to justify the crime scene she was leaving behind.

She just fucking ran.

Artis, still flat on his back, watched her go—her flustered, gasping, still-trembling figure disappearing into her room like a criminal fleeing the scene of a heist gone wrong.

And then, he burst out laughing.

Hard.

‘Poor girl. That ass is something else. I need to pound it—and soon.’

Artis licked his lips as he sat up, stretching his arms with the satisfaction of a man who had just feasted on forbidden fruit.

His body still tingled with the lingering warmth of Nadia, her taste still fresh on his tongue, and his cock twitched in anticipation, hungry for more.

He cracked his neck and turned his head toward the kitchen, where Juliana had disappeared in a flurry of embarrassment.

The image of her standing there, wide-eyed and scandalized, was still fresh in his mind. She had seen everything. In broad daylight, no less.

But then again, she had touched Nadia too.

That made it fair game.

A smirk curled at his lips as a deliciously wicked idea took shape.

‘Time to tease Mommy.’

With lazy confidence, he pushed himself off the floor, wiping his slick fingers across his face, smearing away Nadia’s divine essence like it was war paint.

His steps were slow and deliberate, a predator stalking its next meal as he strode toward the kitchen.

Juliana was doing her best to look busy, but Artis could see right through her.

She stood at the stove, stirring a pot so aggressively that the contents slopped over the edges in protest.

The wooden spoon in her hand moved like she was trying to beat the poor soup into submission.

But her stiff shoulders, her deliberately averted gaze, and the way her thighs pressed together just a little too tightly told him everything he needed to know.

She was flustered as hell.

And she knew he knew it.

He made sure to drag his feet along the wooden floor, the subtle scuffing sound announcing his presence before he leaned against the doorframe, watching her like a cat watching a trapped little bird.

The moment she heard him, her entire body shuddered.

She recovered quickly—too quickly. With forced nonchalance, she adjusted her grip on the spoon and slowed her stirring, acting as if she wasn’t two seconds away from combusting.

‘Heh… look at her. Cute as hell.’

Artis shook his head with an amused smirk, watching Juliana try and fail to act normal.

She stirred that pot like it had personally wronged her, her shoulders tense, her back straight, and her whole body practically vibrating with the effort of ignoring him.

Was he worried about her seeing him devour Nadia like a man starved? Not at all. In fact, it didn’t even cross his mind.

Why would it? This world didn’t give a single fuck about monogamy. If you had power and wealth, you could have as many lovers as you damn well pleased.

His smirk widened as a thought hit him.

‘Her only problem is that the other woman is Nadia.’

And he was probably right. After all, Juliana knew Nadia far better than she knew him.

‘Well, I can fix that.’

The idea alone sent a delicious shiver down his spine, his blood running hot as the mental image of both women writhing beneath him settled comfortably in his mind.

A threesome with these two—fuck, he could practically feel it in his chest.

With another slow, deliberate step, he dragged his foot along the wooden floor again, the sharp sound cutting through the kitchen. Just as he expected, Juliana shuddered on cue.

She was so easy to tease.

His gaze dropped to the simple black robe hugging her curves, the fabric draping over her body like a second skin.

The white apron tied neatly around her waist only added to the effect, making her look like a perfect little housewife… one that had no idea how filthy he was about to make her.

Fuck, she looked good.

He let out a low whistle, letting the sound linger in the air like an invitation, but Juliana didn’t turn. She didn’t even flinch.

A moment passed. No movement. No teasing remarks. No infuriating, smug bastard breathing down her neck, waiting for her to crack.

Had he… left?

The thought was so ridiculous that she almost laughed—almost. Artis wasn’t the type to just walk away, especially not when he had the chance to tease her into oblivion.

Yet, as the seconds dragged on with nothing but the bubbling stew filling the silence, unease curled in her stomach.

Her fingers tightened around the wooden spoon, and just to check—**just to confirm that he was still there, still being a goddamn menace—**she flicked her eyes to the side.

And then her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

He wasn’t there.

‘Wait. What?’

She blinked, once, twice, spun her head around. Nothing. No Artis. Not even a lingering shadow.

‘What the fuck?’

Where the hell did he go? That man had been practically glued to the doorframe a second ago, watching her stir this damn pot like it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Now, he was gone?

Her stomach twisted, an annoying mix of confusion and disappointment creeping in. Her stirring quickened—more forceful, more frustrated—the spoon clanking aggressively against the pot.

Why did it bother her so much?

Juliana bit her lip, her face warming. Did last night mean nothing to him? He had wrecked her so thoroughly that she had questioned whether her legs even worked this morning, and now he was just… vanishing without a word?

Her grip tightened.

‘Asshole.’

Her face burned hotter as the memory rushed in like a slap to the face.